A dream appearing on a stage of walls,the closed doorstays a scribble nearby on paper,fate knocks,cannot open it,they have no mercy, no feeling,it sits..., waits...,the tear drips...,a burning desire remains captive in the heart,It fishes the body wave by wave,the disheveled hairslowly strides through the boundless dream,there it insists on being,on the islands of hope,until the tear stops the monotony.
I close myself in, I listen and do not speak, you do not move and I stay silent, the pain touches, it speaks! Give me a river to wash my clothes from the temptation of the wind, every day…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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